She was dressed in a taste of elegance yet looked like a soul lost in the tranquil woods. She was deep sunken in her book as she took a sip of her Darjeeling tea. She rolled her eyes through the pages.
“Excuse me, miss…..”
She lifted her face and came back to the world which she wished she could escape.
The man stopped abruptly with astonishment , his face turned pale. It was the first time he encountered something like this.
“umm..mmm…. sorry…” , it was all he could say, advancing away from her, vanishing into the streets.
She sighed and looked at two girls walking down the street, they were whispering as they indistinctly signaled towards her.
She heard the chime of the bell when a woman with a boy of around 6 years of age made their way out of the café. She smiled at the boy, the sweetest smile one could give, and the boy a little horrified but pleased with the gesture smiled back.
“Isn’t it tiring looking at shocked faces all day long”, a young man remarked as he dragged the chair in front of her and sat down.
“Yeah, I guess.” , she sighed. She was delighted by his appealing words. He had the voice of utmost patience and love, a dulcet tone.
“Lovely smell….umm.. of a rose, I presume” She exclaimed.
“Ah! can’t you pretend like you don’t know. You ruin it every time.” he insisted dramatically. “Great book, by the way, ‘Originality is Boldness’ “
“Oh! this. Makes me admire myself once again.” she gave a broken smile with her eyes haunted by the past.
He tried his best to comfort her, make her feel loved like she once used to be. The conversation went on for about an hour before they rose to bid goodbye. They exchanged glances and smiled.
She went back home, or maybe her world. It was dark, she switched on the lights and went to freshen up. She was in her room standing in front of the wall, facing a paper covering something. She believed in herself, with courage she took off the paper, to have a look at herself in the mirror. She recalled what has happened four months ago. She was walking down a busy street when all of a sudden a person all covered threw a voracious liquid on her, her face was burning, her screams were heart-wrenching. She could not recall much of the person, she was in agony too deep to see anything around her. The scene was dreadful, the dilemma she suffered was far beyond our imagination. The painful cries were a miserable question on humanity.
Her condition left her family in deep shock. The world now looked at her differently, nothing would remain the same, she knew it. She thought of giving up, hiding in the dark. But, for how long ? She had to come out, to become an inspiration for others like her and a threat to her assailant.
Many of us might regard those strangers as rude, but the question is haven’t we done the same ? We usually don’t encounter an acid attack survivor, but when we do, we might probably turn our back and ignore or get a little frightened, it might happen but the thing that matters is that we don’t make them or any person feel insecure and inferior.
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